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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
The squad returns to Phu Bai after successfully clearing the pits beneath the Iron Triangle. A couple quiet weeks pass while replacement scrubs show up.
TADM: None of which will be named until after they have survived at least one mission.
Colwyn O'Reilly: We didn't stick around to help the Aussies?
GM: You stuck around the help the Aussies, but there was not much excitement after destroying the Champa Altar and the monkey-hybrid critters.
Randall Breckenridge: private #3, watch out for the jeep...
Private #3: Thanks marine.
TADM: Everyone remember that you all have the extra nomination benny.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): oowww the no name...he's a goner...
Colwyn O'Reilly: since when is it standard issue for privates to wear red shirts?
Private #3: New Army regs, they said it was helpful in this unit.
It is January 30, 1966 when Lt. Andrea Devine rolls out the mapboard and pins up a few aerial photos.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Okay everyone, listen up.
Randall Breckenridge: Y'all kin takem off after the first firefight
Tyran Drenski holds back the urge to ask the new private if he has life insurance
Ranger Richard: YES MAM
GM: Which seems to be her method of calling the squad together for a mission briefing.
Tyran Drenski: hooah
Lt. Andrea Devine: We have two reports of "funny things" going on outside the Iron Triangle.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): twilight zone music starts to play....
Lt. Andrea Devine: The first one is this area (she points to a set of photos on the left) where LRRPs have reported running into some sort of "giant crocodile."
Randall Breckenridge: any funny spiders, ma'am?
Colwyn O'Reilly: right, is it white too?
Colwyn O'Reilly rolls his eyes
Private #1: Umm...there are no crocodiles in Vietnam.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Precisely.
Colwyn O'Reilly: so it's imported. They probably wanted to make boots or a purse
Ranger Richard: I VOTE FOR BOOTS
Lt. Andrea Devine: Correct O'Reilly, and since I like fashionable boots made from the hide of exotic animals, my group will be checking out the crocodile report. So, Hogpile, Withers, the group of assorted unnamed redshirts, and I will be checking out that item.
Colwyn O'Reilly: excellent ma'am. Out of curiousity, any word about those monkey things
Colwyn O'Reilly: and refresh my memory, what is the Iron Triangle?
Lt. Andrea Devine sighs and rolls her eyes.
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: unusual
Tyran Drenski: Is the next area have reports of A.U.S's Apes of unusual size.
Lt. Andrea Devine: The Iron Triangle is a nest of bunkers and tunnel complexes where the VC had a strong presence. It is the area that we were in for our last op when we helped the Aussies.
Colwyn O'Reilly: ma'am, I don't think we should separate hogpile and I. He seems to like getting shot to hell...
Hogpile : Yeah, but crocs are good eatin'
Randall Breckenridge: Heard tell its a big ole patch of jungle full of VC, right unfriendly like
Hogpile : So I'll take good care of myself.
Lt. Andrea Devine: So, the monkey things, since O'Reilly asked.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Initial reports show that they are subterranean dwellers, bright light and noise is effective against them. By the way O'Reilly, R&D asked me to commend you for the sharp eyes in noticing their claws. They excrete some sort of strong paralytic poison from their cuticles that is lethal in large doses. Officially, you are being given an Army Commendation Medal for diligence in duties while under fire. Unofficially, they are calling you "Hawkeye"
Lt. Andrea Devine smiles.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Thank you Ma'am
Lt. Andrea Devine: Anyway, on to the set of pictures on the right side....
Tyran Drenski: I am not calling him "hawkeye"!
Private #1: Wow, he gets his own nickname...I want to be cool like that someday.
Colwyn O'Reilly: "doc" or "medic" is fine Tyran.
Private #4: Are you kidding, we don't even have names yet.
Lt. Andrea Devine: This is an area of dense foliage that is part of the Ho Chi Minh trail. Due to its location and available insertion points, the squad is going to have to land here (points at a set of maps) then move to this location (points at a spot on the map which matches the closeup photos)
Tyran Drenski: Don't worry guys' I built a radio you can listen to the ball game in america on and still don't have a nickname.
Lt. Andrea Devine: The round trip is a ten hour walk through dense, hot jungle. Take at least 6 quarts of water with you.
Ranger Richard: wow long walk!
Tyran Drenski: hooah ma'mam
Hogpile: Don't worry Drenski, I've started calling you "radio" and it caught on. By the way, the base radio-man wants to know if you can do the same thing to his radio, said he'd pay $250.
Tyran Drenski: YES!
"Hawkeye" O'Reilly: I thought we'd call him monkey for that tree climbing stunt when we first got in country
Asher ("Hawkeye" O'Reilly): QUICK! buy llamas!!!
Asher ("Hawkeye" O'Reilly): where's the general store?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Quick head to the supply Serg!!
Lt. Andrea Devine: Officially, your job is to lay an ambush along this route looking for VC supply lines moving through the area. Anyone here believe that is what you are doing?
Lt. Andrea Devine pauses for a second.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Right, I see from the sea of hands NOT in the air that you don't believe that is the mission. Good.
Private #1: I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I'm too busy staring at the medal rack.
Private #3: I'm not there yet...you mean there is more if you go up?
Hogpile: What cute kids, they will die gruesomely.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Privates... you shouldn't stare at LT's rack
Tyran Drenski: Did we just get them from thier mothers??
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: she tends to shoot people
Lt. Andrea Devine: Okay, so what you are actually doing is going to check out reports from the LRRPs that SOMETHING has already wiped out the VC supply lines.
Tyran Drenski: Kiddos she bites in a way you don't want
Private #4: Hey, I'm not straight from mom, I graduated BOOT CAMP two weeks ago!
Tyran Drenski starts laughing and talks to Rocky...these kids are done for
Lt. Andrea Devine: We don't have any sort of good information on what that "something" is, whatever it is, it wipes out the entire VC supply column and leaves messy headless bodies behind.
Tyran Drenski wonders if rocky should perform for them to scare them to death...
Randall Breckenridge: headhunters?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: oh, maybe it's jack the ripper wearing a polar bear suit killing people with a herring?
Lt. Andrea Devine: So, you are to head out there, assess the situation, and see if whatever "it" is, and if possible see if you can convince it to fight for us.
Lt. Andrea Devine looks at Colwyn and laughs.
Tyran Drenski: Maybe how freds are born.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: apparently it already is, ma'am... maybe we should just leave it alone
Tyran Drenski: head out there...no pun...
Lt. Andrea Devine: Well, that is part of the op, if whatever it is is hostile to both sides, we need to know so we can quarantine off the area for our forces. If "it" is intelligent, maybe we can talk it into hitting other places.
Tyran Drenski: interesting got my ear paste...
Tyran Drenski: so i can understand it and all.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Wars like this are won when you have the strangest of friends. Although I would more expect Charles Manson in a Kool-Aid man outfit killing people with a giant inflatable rubber ducky. Not Jack the Ripper in a Polar Bear outfit. But hey, you never know. It could be Liz Taylor.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: that could be it too, ma'am. very likely I'd say
Lt. Andrea Devine: So the second group will be O'Reilly, Richard, Breckinridge, Drenski, Dugan, and Privates #1-#4.
Randall Breckenridge: who's Charles Manson?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): wow he has 4 privates....does he have to order special underwear?
TADM: Good point...his major claim to infamy has not happened in 1966.
Ranger Richard: sorry must have drifted off with this heat what is group 2 doing?
Lt. Andrea Devine: Oh, someone that I am sure you will hear about in the news when you get back stateside.
Lt. Andrea Devine: O'Reilly, you are in charge of group #2.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Keep your heads.
Lt. Andrea Devine laughs cynically, then wipes away a tear.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: yes ma'am
Lt. Andrea Devine: Okay, any questions?
Randall Breckenridge: hahaha
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly rolls his eyes
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Richard, we are reconning why a VC supply line route has been left headless
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: literally, apparently
Randall Breckenridge: an tryin to git whoevers doin it to join up for our side formally like
Ranger Richard: nice-were they on horses?
Tyran Drenski: How are we staying in contact with you Ma'mam...does one of the nose bleeders have a radio
Private #2: Corporal Drenski, I have fully certified to operate a PRC-25 radio!
Private #2 looks proud.
Tyran Drenski: Ever done it?
Tyran Drenski: in a combat zone?
Lt. Andrea Devine: Oh, one other thing, there is some new stealth "tape" that R&D would like us to check out on our weapons, everyone get some from supply and follow the directions.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: that is not known, Richard. But a good deduction. I was thinking more armoured polar bears riding penguins of unusual size using egyptian glaives, personally.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: stealth tape? like velcro?
Private #2: Done what, Corporal Drenski? Like have sex? Umm...you're not my type.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Yeah, that's it, velcro. Could call O'Reilly, I was having trouble remembering what the egghead called it.
Tyran Drenski: No used your radio duffus.
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: really? velcro?
Ranger Richard: mmm what is tape "supposed to do"?
Private #2: Oh, uh...I've never been in a warzone.
[w] -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Nah, electrician's tape actually, the Lt. is having a blonde moment.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: So.. Drenski, you'll be operating the radio that "packmule" is carrying for you?
Tyran Drenski: Private #2 at all costs protect the radio...
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: okay. I was going to say... velcro isn't very stealthy
Tyran Drenski: yes, exactly
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: if we can't convince "it" to fight for us, are we authorized to terminate it's activities?
[w] -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Nope, but that would be the kind of thing they would like reported. And on a completely unrelated note, the original concept for Velcro was invented by the Swiss in 1941.
Tyran Drenski: If we get the "it" to agree to help where will you meet with "it" also if "it" does not how many pieces would you like "it" in
Lt. Andrea Devine: You are authorized to act in self-defense as appropriate. Frankly, if the thing turns out to be hostile, just turn tail and head home. If we can't convince it to work directly with us, continuing to kill VC is just as good.
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: along with cow shaped machine gun emplacements
Tyran Drenski: turn tail??? no killing....Rocky's upset
[w] -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Yeah, but according to the Swiss, they invented those in 55BC to keep Julius Caesar out.
Private #2: Rocky? Who's Rocky?
Private #3: Wow, all these people have cool nicknames.
Tyran Drenski: It's okay Rocky... We will kill VC.
Randall Breckenridge: its her launcher
Lt. Andrea Devine: Any other questions? Otherwise head over to supply and head out to chopper 102.
Tyran Drenski: HER?????
Lt. Andrea Devine: Meanwhile, the rest of the unit needs to go get me some new boots.
Randall Breckenridge: ug
Ranger Richard: so we are trying to convince a talking alligator to work with us?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Randall has some gender recognition issues
Private #4: Wow, the Lt has her OWN launcher? That's cool.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: possibly
Randall Breckenridge: I'm thinkin o that Lt, must be...
Lt. Andrea Devine , Sergeant Withers, Corporal Hogpile, and Privates #5-#8 head out on their mission.
Tyran Drenski: Rocky is the protection god of this country... You'll see soon.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: i think we're good. let's get our stealth tape and head out
Tyran Drenski heads to the supply tent, then to the mess hall for goods for the trip.
Tyran Drenski heads to the helicopter and finds a nice place to rest and waits for the others.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly goes to get his supplies and then meets Drenski by the chopper "102"
Everyone gets some "stealth tape" (+1 to Stealth rolls this mission) and picks up a days worth of rations, six quarts of water, and as much ammo as you think appropriate that you can safely carry.
GM: The redshirt privates follow Colwyn around like groupies following a rock star.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly helps to direct the privates so they don't get killed before we even leave post
Tyran Drenski snickers at Colwyn's following and passes out
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: you should all probably pee before we get on the chopper
TADM: Well, if this was the Paranoia game system, keeping them all alive before leaving base would definitely fail.
Private #1: Sir yes sir!
Private #2: Corporal yes corporal!
Private #3: Peeing on command!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: private #1, I am not a sir. I am a specialist, technically.
Private #4: Doofus! Private #3 you should at least not stand on the middle of the flightline while peeing.
Ranger Richard: sounds so easy ya know humans cant outrun a normal size alligator let alone a giant talking one!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: and you should probably take your pants off first
Private #1: And probably should not be peeing in your uniform.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): #3 has a name now..twoo people have called him Doofus
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: and #2 is "packmule"
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: are we ready for dustoff?
Tyran Drenski: #4 is mini samson
Randall Breckenridge: is #1 peepeepants?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol they are named now...
Randall Breckenridge: 3P for short
Ranger Richard: better than poopoo pants!
Tyran Drenski: still three P
Tyran Drenski: or poopoo platter
Randall Breckenridge: 3P1 or 3P2
Randall Breckenridge: or 3P3?
Tyran Drenski: 3p3o
Randall Breckenridge: oh!
Since everyone is ready for dustoff, the chopper takes off and heads north-northeast for a while. You reach an LZ, hop off, and the chopper heads off back to base.
Tyran Drenski: okay, everyone ready too barely make it back alive again?
GM: No, there is no random flurry of gunfire as you get off the chopper. Your notice checks do not detect VC in the area.
Doofus: Is that normal?
Randall Breckenridge: nope, too quiet
Packmule: Carrying the PRC-25! Woohoo!
Tyran Drenski: Maybe the spiders are back...
Peepeepants: Spiders? What spiders?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: hmmm... we're supposed to head west, right?
Tyran Drenski: DO NOT break the PRC-25!!
GM: North-East-North actually.
Randall Breckenridge: is there a trail to follow?
Tyran Drenski: Big ones the size of the marine there.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: that's what I meant
Mini-Samson: But I thought I heard in base you could fix anything Drenski
Ranger Richard: any headless body trails?
GM: There is not really a trail to follow at this point, although according to the maps, about an hour from now you will find a VC supply trail that is your target.
Randall Breckenridge: how bout bloody head trails?
Tyran Drenski: Yes, I can but would like it in one piece...in the past that has been a huge problem
Randall Breckenridge: ok
Tyran Drenski: What now doc? (what's up doc?)
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: we head NEN about an hour. Randall, you get point.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: unless someone else is volunteering?
Randall Breckenridge: on it
Tyran Drenski: Mini-Samson what the Doc here he like to try to get himself killed. Just protect him.
TADM: By the way, on a completely unrelated note, Randall has been promoted to Lance Corporal and has an advance to spend.
Mini-Samson: Aye aye cap'n
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: he's a corporal, not a captain. what did they teach you in basic?
TADM: Hey, I like the idea of Randall being out front, put the guy with 8 Toughness at point. :)
Tyran Drenski: I am a Corporal not a capt and you are in the Army not Navy....did you recruiter lie to you?
Mini-Samson: Oh, well, I was trying to get in the Navy before I got drafted, just like to still pretend.
John (Randall Breckenridge): do I count as cover for the rest of the squad?
TADM: Maybe.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): YES!!
The squad heads north-east-north for a while.
GM: Notice checks.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 8]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d8 = 2]
Mini-Samson: US Infantry: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 7]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly lives up to his nickname
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 16]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): A private is reflecting something in my eyes
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly but is pwned by Breckenridge
TADM: Wow, these post-boot camp untrained scrubs have SUCK stats.
GM: Okay, so the guy on point notices a bunch of toe-poppers BEFORE he steps on them.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Randall sees everything!!
GM: O'Reilly notices that there is no trace of VC Arachnomancers in the trees.
John (Randall Breckenridge): cept whats under the uniform...
GM: The privates realize they are not in Kansas anymore...
GM: Drenski is laughing too hard at the privates to notice anything useful.
Randall Breckenridge: y'all watch out fer these here poppers.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: what is there traces of in the trees?
GM: Umm...well fine...there are no traces of any HOSTILE forces in the trees.
John (Randall Breckenridge): arboreal jungle crocs
Tyran Drenski: Hooah marine! private pay attention to where the marine walks and doesn't.
GM: Or remnants of non-hostile forces that are being stored in a larder like fashion in the tree canopy.
Peepeepants: Umm...what?
Mini-Samson: Shouldn't we just disarm the booby trap?
Tyran Drenski: There are mines out here that will kill you watch where you step!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: not worth it private... everyone follow the marine. exactly. until told otherwise
Packmule: Okay
Tyran Drenski: NO! keep walking
Randall Breckenridge carefully moves forward, looking for traps
Tyran Drenski: I should have taken a babysitting class.....(grumbles)
GM: With the "help" of the privates, it only takes about thirty minutes to navigate the field of toe poppers. Normally it would have taken about five...
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Did peepeepants have to pee again?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Maybe that is his special weapon...the urinator!!
The squad reaches the VC Supply Trail without further incident. It is quiet in this part of the jungle. Everyone other than the privates knows that it is TOO quiet for a Vietnamese jungle.
Randall Breckenridge: thick jungle, or ?
Tyran Drenski walks happily he can use his grenade laucher here.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: are there not even birdy noises?
GM: The jungle here is incredibly thick, you are lucky to have about six feet of unobstructed view in any direction off the trail. Quite literally a VC Company would walk past the group about ten yards away and neither group would know it.
Ranger Richard: any strange croc prints?
GM: Correct, there are no "birdy" noises.
Tyran Drenski: (speaks softly so the newbs can hear) Keep silent! or the spiders will eat you.
GM: Tracking checks for Croc prints.
Randall Breckenridge: Survival [1d6 = 5]
Tyran Drenski: Survival [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Survival [1d6 = 3]
TADM: So does this mean NO ONE has tracking?
Asher (Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly): maybe richard
[w] Tyran Drenski: I got driving can I swap for tracking?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Some day you will want to drive something. Some day soon.
[w] Tyran Drenski: okay i was being to think i made a poor choice...
Ranger Richard: Tracking [1d6 = 11]
TADM: YAY!
Tyran Drenski: hunter in the states?
Randall Breckenridge: seeing some ant tracks?
GM: Richard scours the ground for tracks. He finds nothing that look like reptile or amphibian footprints.
Ranger Richard: had a friend from Louisiana swamps who taught me how to catch them-here look at this tooth
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): crocodile hunter SR, SR, SR, SR
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Steve Irwins great great grandfather
Ranger Richard: You know my friend's last name is Irwin, have you read his books?
Tyran Drenski: No, maybe in a few years.
GM: He does find a rather strange set of footprints though. It is some sort of bipedal creature, it would be wearing about a size fifteen shoes if it had them. Large hooked talons come from the toes. In Richard's expert opinion, the creature would be just as comfortable on the tree tops as on the jungle floor.
Peepeepants: Maybe it's like a sloth...
Doofus: Big Koala bear?
Tyran Drenski: or a Cocktrice
Randall Breckenridge: like a tree climbin bear?
GM: Tree-climbing grizzly bear would be a good mental image based on the footprints.
Tyran Drenski: Velociraptor?
Tyran Drenski: Paul Bunion?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: A giant vorpal squirrel?
Tyran Drenski: Now what leader?
Packmule: Vorpal? Isn't that from Alice in Wonderland?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: no. how old are those tracks richard?
GM: In Richard's opinion, they are about three hours old, and the creature was heading north down the trail.
Tyran Drenski: Tracking it.... wonder if rocky tracks...
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: well, I guess we follow it. Stick to the trail but we'll stay to the side.
Tyran Drenski pulls out his Chinese to English book and looks up " to track"
The Squad heads north for about an hour.
Randall Breckenridge: sounds good to me
GM: Notice checks.
GM: US Infantry: Notice [1d6 = 2]
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 7]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d8 = 5]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice [1d8 = 3]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 6]
GM: Colwyn gets distracted trying to keep the privates from killing themselves while they play "hot potato" with a grenade.
Tyran Drenski: Colwyn is busy looking at the map
Everyone else notices that the jungle continues to be very quiet, and there is a smell of blood in the air.
Ranger Richard: hmm
Randall Breckenridge: look for victims
Randall Breckenridge: and watch the trees
Since there is no wind, Richard smells lingering traces of gunpowder.
Ranger Richard: tell the rest of group what I smell
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Recent conflick....hummm
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: like a battle took place here? are there other signs of it, like holes in trees or craters?
Looking around, you spot about twenty headless corpses hanging from the trees. Blood is still draining out of them, leaving blood trails down the trees.
Randall Breckenridge: lordy
There are bullet holes in the trees, spent shell casings all over the place, and as you wander off the trail a short distance, you find a large pile of VC weapons stacked up neatly.
Ranger Richard: wow-are they in vc clothing? any equipment laying around?
GM: Guts checks.
Tyran Drenski: So we track the blood then?
Ranger Richard: Guts [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Tyran Drenski: Guts [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 15]
Doofus: US Infantry: Guts [1d6 = 3]
Packmule: US Infantry: Guts [1d6 = 2]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Guts [1d6 = 5]
Mini-Samson: US Infantry: Guts [1d6 = 5]
Peepeepants: US Infantry: Guts [1d6 = 4]
Doofus barfs.
Packmule barfs.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: neat
Tyran Drenski: Wow, look at the detail of head removal!!
Mini-Samson: The heads are missing. That's a bit disturbing.
Peepeepants: Yeah, any idea what removed them? Looks like something really sharp severed them at the neck....
Tyran Drenski: Can we tell how the heads were severed?
Ranger Richard: hmmm sounds like that arnold swarzneggar movie....
Peepeepants: Although they are like twenty-five feet up.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: something sharp for sure, the cuts are pretty clean
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: but why are the weapons all stacked up?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): GM you stil there?
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: what did you do to the GM!!!!!
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: apparently he got distracted
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: I think there is a woman involved.....
Ranger Richard: potty break?
TADM: Something like that....
[w] Tyran Drenski: should we send a pizza?
TADM: There is this really naughty, distracting Japanese woman living with me.
Randall Breckenridge: ah
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): AHHHH
John (Randall Breckenridge): nice
TADM: She keeps bringing me ice cream and changing her clothes while I try to play games.
Asher (Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly): uh-huh
TADM: ANYWAY....
Asher (Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly): my wife doesn't bring me ice cream... :(
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): You don't bring me ice cream either:(
GM: So, what would the group like to do now?
Ranger Richard: eat ice cream!
Ranger Richard: be back!
Tyran Drenski: What does the severing look like? What looks like did it? Can we tell if blade or teeth?
GM: Notice checks
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 6]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d6 = 8]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice [1d8 = 6]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 13]
[w] Tyran Drenski: tell yuko I would like ice cream please!!
[w] Tyran Drenski: well and HI too...:)
Richard, Drenski, and O'Reilly notice that the heads have all been removed by claws. Richard puts together the shape of the claws that severed the heads with the shape of the talons on the feet and realize it is the same creature.
Ranger Richard: I hope he is US friendly!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: how long have they been here?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [1d8+2 = 11]
Breckinridge notices not only that, but that the bullet holes are all about 10-20' off the ground, meaning that the creature attacked from the tree canopy instead of the jungle floor.
GM: Colwyn would guess that they have been dead for an hour or two.
Randall Breckenridge: headhuntin giant coons!
Tyran Drenski: So it is a creature and not a guy.....
Randall Breckenridge: need some dawgs!!
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: What you really want is some garlic bread. Holy crap she makes the best garlic bread.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Richard, does it look like it moved on from here?
Tyran Drenski: So it is a bird!!
Ranger Richard: lets look
Ranger Richard: Tracking [1d6 = 4]
Ranger Richard: hmm so much blood
[w] Tyran Drenski: Really yeah!! when is dinner with you all... you must here as well!!!
Richard can find no trace of the creature leaving the battlefield. The tracks are very distinctive south of the battle, it looks like it walked into the patrol, the fight started. There are no signs of tracks leaving from the battlefield.
Tyran Drenski: half pelican/ half saber tooth cat!!
Tyran Drenski: but there was blood trail!!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: is it still here?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly checks the trees
TADM: Could be....
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice [1d8 = 5]
Tyran Drenski: We need to find it's nest and give offerings I think peepeepants will make a great one.
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d6 = 8]
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 3]
GM: You do not see any unknown creatures lurking in the trees waiting to eat people.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: where are the heads? anyone see them?
[w] Dugan: am i in the bunch or ?
GM: Notice checks to find the missing heads.
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d6 = 5]
Dugan: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 10]
Randall Breckenridge: anyone want to climb up and take a look around for tracks?
Ranger Richard: hmm must be watching newbies with Colwyn
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Dugan to the rescue!!!
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 7]
[w] -> Dugan: Yes, you are here, you just annoyed the Lt. so she punched you in the throat and bruised your vocal cords until you showed up in person. ;)
[w] Dugan: nice
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: we are looking for a creature that is in the trees to befriend for the nice LT. It has been eating VC for us.
Dugan recovers from the bruised vocal cords and mentions that these corpses are all missing their Freds!
TADM: Err...heads.
Dugan: I'll climb up a tree ... maybe i'll find my marbles
Ranger Richard: hahaha his vocal cords must still be slightly recovering!
Doofus: Ooh! Can I climb a tree too?
Doofus: D4 [1d4 = 1]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly facepalm
Dugan: Climbing [1d4 = 5]
Doofus climbs about five feet up the tree, falls and sprains his ankle and dislocates his shoulder.
Doofus: MEDIC!
Asher (Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly): because the fail of these privates is too great for words
Mini-Samson: LOL
Randall Breckenridge: MEDIC!
Randall Breckenridge: dork down!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly relocates the shoulder
Ranger Richard: dont make them like they used too!
[w] Dugan -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: is one named dumbass?
Dugan meanwhile climbs up the tree and reaches about twenty feet off the ground, where the upside-down hanging corpses are "drying" in the jungle.
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly -> Dugan: yes, that is all of their last names, they're cousins, apparently
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [1d8+2 = 9]
GM: Colwyn manages to get Doofus moving again.
[w] -> Dugan: Notice check
[w] -> Dugan: Or healing if you have that
Dugan: Notice [1d6 = 4]
[w] -> Dugan: You do not notice any new information about the corpse. Although you do notice that it is tied to the tree by a vine wrapped around the feet.
[w] Dugan: cut the vine
Dugan: hmmm... see if you guys see anything interesting on this
Dugan slices through the vine holding the corpse up and it drops to the ground with a squishy thud.
[w] Dugan: nice
Packmule barfs again.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly looks at it
Randall Breckenridge: nasty.
Peepeepants: Dude, I think you have chunks of army rations on the PRC-25.
[w] -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice or Healing check.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [1d8+2 = 5]
[w] -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: You notice that, in addition to the head being removed, something has removed the spinal cord. Not the vertebrae, just the nerve cord inside the vertebrae.
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly -> Dugan: figure out why they've stopped and what stopped them. We are trying out some "stealth" tape for R&D this mission. After dropping to the LZ, we marched NEN for some time before finding a "footprint" that has talons evident. Following the footprints up the VC supply trail, we found a supply convoy in pieces.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: hmmm... dugan, were you noticing the lack of a spinal cord? like it got sucked out?
Dugan: climbs back down
Dugan: you think I notice anything?
Dugan: I thought he looked my cousin minus the fred
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: oh... maybe that too. I didn't realize your cousins were Vietnamese
Dugan: no, just under tall
Viet Cong: Dien Ma Dau!
Dugan: he's talking?!?
Dugan: ew... that's crazy, without a spine
Viet Cong: Shooting [1] [1d6 = 5]
Viet Cong: Shooting [2] [1d6 = 2]
Viet Cong: Shooting [3] [1d6 = 15]
Viet Cong: Shooting [4] [1d6 = 5]
Viet Cong: Shooting [5] [1d6 = 1]
Viet Cong: Shooting [6] [1d6 = 11]
Viet Cong: Shooting [7] [1d6 = 5]
Viet Cong: Shooting [8] [1d6 = 1]
Viet Cong: Shooting [9] [1d6 = 3]
Viet Cong: Shooting [10] [1d6 = 5]
Viet Cong: Shooting [11] [1d6 = 1]
Viet Cong: Shooting [12] [1d6 = 2]
Viet Cong: Shooting [13] [1d6 = 5]
Viet Cong: Shooting [14] [1d6 = 1]
Viet Cong: Shooting [15] [1d6 = 8]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly everyone down!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly goes prone
Tyran Drenski goes prone
You hear a single shout followed by a lot of gunfire just up the trail.
Tyran Drenski: you scared doc?
Viet Cong: Lebel damage [2d8 = 8]
[w] Dugan: do i have that super cool new gun yet?
Dugan: goes prone
[w] -> Dugan: Yes.
Randall Breckenridge takes cover
[w] -> Dugan: And sufficient time passed for you to set it as your trademark weapon, so update your sheet accordingly.
Ranger Richard: wow I need a guts check on Dgans new profile pic!
[w] Dugan: sweet! drum fed assault rifle! :)
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol
Ranger Richard: I think I need to find a cooler pic!
It sounds like the combat is taking place about fifty or so feet further down the trail.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: is it coming at us?
[w] Dugan: what is the range on this thing?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Do you want to break out your handy Vietnamese-English dictionary
[w] -> Dugan: 24/48/96
GM: There are bullets whizzing in many directions, but nothing is definitely aimed at the group.
[w] Dugan: damage dice? d8
[w] -> Dugan: 2d8
Ranger Richard: we should move up and investigate!
Tyran Drenski takes out his dictionary to find out what the viet cong said.
[w] Tyran Drenski: YES, Splended idea!
An arm (yes, just the arm) comes sailing down the trail and lands about fifteen feet up the trail from where the group has gone prone.
Viet Cong: AIIEEEE!!!!
Viet Cong: Dien Ma Dau!
Viet Cong gurgle.
Dugan: crouches, sighting weapon towards the sounds
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Richard, Breck, point. Everyone stay low
Tyran Drenski looks up Dien Ma Dau...
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Just far enough to see what's going on
Tyran Drenski: What does my book say?
Doofus: Umm...I think I left something back at the LZ. Can I go back and get it?
Peepeepants: I wet myself.
[w] Dugan -> Tyran Drenski: nice names
Randall Breckenridge: Wet wipe!
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: we all were invovled!!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: no doofus, stay with us, p3, at least you don't have to go
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: "Dien Ma Dau" loosely translates to "Forest Death Everywhere"
Ranger Richard: mm we may need an airstrike !
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: p3 is short for peepeepants
GM: Stealth checks for anyone moving forward.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: not a bad idea richard
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Stealth [1d6 = 8]
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: can we see what is going on?
Ranger Richard: Stealth [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: Um Doc the statment that was "Forest Death Everywhere"....sounds like fun
Tyran Drenski: Stealth [1d6 = 10]
GM: Notice checks from anyone moving forward.
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 6]
Randall Breckenridge will stay in cover and wtach the trees
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d8 = 6]
Dugan: Notice [1d6 = 7]
No one seems to notice your approach, the group gets within about 15' of the fight.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): what do we see?
There are several dead VC here, lying in random heaps. Ten VC are still standing, they have formed a loose circle and are firing randomly into the jungle.
Dugan: peers towards the sounds to see what he can see
GM: Is there anyone who is higher than a crouch?
Tyran Drenski looks up to see what they are trying to shoot
VC Militia: Shooting [1] [1d6 = 5]
VC Militia: Shooting [2] [1d6 = 2]
VC Militia: Shooting [3] [1d6 = 8]
VC Militia: Shooting [4] [1d6 = 17]
VC Militia: Shooting [5] [1d6 = 7]
VC Militia: Shooting [6] [1d6 = 4]
VC Militia: Shooting [7] [1d6 = 10]
VC Militia: Shooting [8] [1d6 = 2]
VC Militia: Shooting [9] [1d6 = 5]
VC Militia: Shooting [10] [1d6 = 2]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Not me I am prone
VC Militia: Lebel damage [2d8 = 3]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: no
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: we are all crawling
Asher (Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly): i hope
Dugan: was crouching, but now is prone
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): low crawl!!
Bullets whizz all over the place, but since everyone is doing a low crawl no one is hit.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: maybe if we kill them it will not attack us? or if they're dead it will attack us
The VC are firing like mad, but you cannot see whatever "it" is that is attacking them.
Dhu (Dugan): are there still 10?
Ranger Richard: lets watch and see what happens?
Hunter: Fighting [1d10 = 9]
Tyran Drenski: Your our leader... do you want to hang out a minute and wait for it to returning an see what it is and track it?
Hunter: Claws damage [Raise] [3d8 = 14]
Dugan: I say we gun them down, and leave one standing to lure "it" out
One of the VC flips through the air, his head going one direction and his body going the other. The other VC panic and shoot his body and where he was standing.
VC Militia: Spirit [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 1]
Viet Cong: AIIEEEEE!!!!
Dugan: let's spread out a little bit so we're not so close together, then open fire on the vc
Dugan: my two cents, but you're the boss
Dugan: sir
The VC panic, scatter, and run in nine different directions through the jungle. Three of them are going to pass right by the squad.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: open fire!
Viet Cong: Dien Ma Dau!
Viet Cong: AIIEEEE!!!!
Dugan: fire fire fire
Tyran Drenski looks up AIIIIEEEE
Tyran Drenski: Fire on what?
GM: Anyone who wants to fire can, just let me know what you are shooting at.
GM: Dugan, Randall, Tryan, Richard, Colwyn fire in that order.
Dugan: takes a shot at the VC on the left that is coming toward the squad
Dugan: Shooting [1d10 = 12]
GM: That hits with a raise.
Dugan: Drum Fed Assault Rifle (Trade) damage (3 Round Burst +2) [2d8+2 = 7]
Dugan: [1d6 = 3]
He falls over in a heap.
Dugan: got one!
Ranger Richard: shoot at middle vc with flechette
Ranger Richard: Shooting: Flechette CAS [1d8 = 4]
Randall Breckenridge: fire at VC coming up middle with CAS
GM: That hits.
Ranger Richard: Flechette CAS damage [3d6 = 20]
GM: He explodes into chunky kibble.
Tyran Drenski: Just provides back up for the group a grenade will kill everything.
Doofus: Shooting [1d8 = 5]
Packmule: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
Mini-Samson: Shooting [1d8 = 6]
Peepeepants: Shooting [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d8 = 1]
Doofus: US Infantry: M16 damage [2d8 = 21]
Mini-Samson: US Infantry: M16 damage [2d8 = 24]
GM: Okay, the scrubs are a bit terrifying. Doofus hit for 21 and Mini-Samson hit for 24.
Doofus: I got ONE!
Mini-Samson: WOOHOO!
Viet Cong: AIIIEEEEE!!!!!
Viet Cong's body continues to run while head flies in the opposite direction. The body hits a tree and falls to the ground.
Dugan: that was awesome!
Ranger Richard: replay!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Drenksi? how do you say "friends" in Vietnamese?
Rather disturbingly, you still cannot see whatever is attacking them, but it does leave nice arcing blood trails through the air when it decapitates something.
Tyran Drenski looks up "Friends" in his book.
[w] Tyran Drenski: what is friends in Vietnamese?
Dhu (Dugan): anyone have their super slow motion video camera handy?
Tyran Drenski: one second I am looking that up.....
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Ngu'oi ban.
Tyran Drenski: Ngu'oi ban
Dugan: I think it's Mauiaaa
Dugan: Common Knowledge {--2 Clueless} [1d6-2 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: did you get that doc...Ngu'oi ban
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Ngu'oi ban! Ngu'oi ban!
The four remaining VC stop, completely confused why someone is yelling "Friends" in Vietnamese when there is a "Dien Ma Dau" running around.
Dhu (Dugan): who is he talking to? the VC won't believe you, I'm pretty sure they are piled up all around us here
Dugan: quick! look up Dien Ma Dau
One of them drops to the ground, headless.
GM: Notice checks.
Tyran Drenski: I already did
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Dugan: Notice [1d6 = 2]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} +2 [1d6+2 = 13]
Ranger Richard: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 11]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d8 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: "Forest Death Everywhere"
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: You notice where the last VC was just killed, the light around him seems to "warp" - really, just imagine the Predator from the first movie and you have an image of what you see.
Randall Breckenridge: ooh
The other three VC resume panicking and running in terror.
Randall Breckenridge: its a almost invisible monster
TADM: Colwyn will love that....
Randall Breckenridge: looky for the ripply light moving in the jungle'
GM: Oops...two VC left now.
Tyran Drenski looks up friend in the chinese dictionary he just got
Dhu (Dugan): I googled dien ma dau and got this image
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: That would be chou in Chinese.
TADM: So, it's like a killer version of Kermit the Frog?
Dhu (Dugan): don't know if it looks too killer to me
Viet Cong: AIIEEEE!!!!
GM: Um...one VC left now.
Dhu (Dugan): but sure, we'll go with that assessment
Peepeepants: Can I request a name change? I just emptied my bowels.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: I vote for hide and see if we can see this thing when it's not attacking
Mini-Samson: Thank God I'm upwind of him.
Dugan: goes prone
Ranger Richard: I sure hope this thing loves Vietnamese taste only or we may end campaign soon!
Dugan: proner than he was before
Viet Cong gurgles.
GM: Awww....no VC left.
Dugan: does now want to be the tallest thing around
Tyran Drenski: Chou!!!!
Tyran Drenski: Chou!!!
Dugan: you telling it to eat?
Packmule: Shhh....I don't think we want it to know we are here.
Tyran Drenski: No friend in chinese, I think Rocky is chinese maybe it is.
The VC corpses are tossed into a pile along the trail.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: maybe you should put rocky out to talk to it?
Ranger Richard: wow-can we pull out statue for help!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: can we see what is tossing them?
Dugan: what's tossing them?
Tyran Drenski pulls out rocky
Ranger Richard: straetches legs to outsprint red shirts!
A shimmery spot of light.
Tyran Drenski: Itiramam
Ranger Richard: stretches
Tyran Drenski: go make friends Chou rocky chou
Dugan: space invaders!
Dugan: is it a light saber?
Jade Golem: Nik Won Ko!
Tyran Drenski looks what he just said to me...in his chinese book
Rocky crawls back inside the backpack and seems to be very uninterested in leaving it.
Ranger Richard: can I go with Rocky?
[w] Tyran Drenski: looks up Nik Won Ko ...in his chinese book
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: It does not make any sense in your Chinese dictionary.
[w] Tyran Drenski: nuts
Tyran Drenski: Rocky is scare of the light
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: I would put this high on a list of not good things
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: maybe a concussion grenade to stun it?
Tyran Drenski: or piss it off
The shimmery spot, having now collected all the VC it killed, collects up the heads. The ones the squad shot it seems to ignore.
Jade Golem: Neepo Wa-Chu!
Ranger Richard: do we see heads moving through air or can we see spots covered up where creature is holding them?
Actually, you can track the creature pretty effectively by watching the heads move. It seems that whatever is making it invisible does not extend to anything it is carrying.
Dugan: gesundheit
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: anyone have a machete?
Ranger Richard: mini Samson go run up and see if you can poke it!
Ranger Richard: shake hands?
Mini-Samson: I vote Peepee does that.
Peepeepants: Umm...no.
Ranger Richard: draw straws
Ranger Richard: I see everybody is bust switching profiles, lol
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: quick, dugan, cut off P3's head and offer it as a gift
Tyran Drenski: okay who every goes should tell rocky to protect them...you know the marine can't be hurt?
Dugan: is that an order doc?
Peepeepants: Hey, wait a minute!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: maybe, dugan. Is there a dead VC nearby?
Tyran Drenski: so is there any heads around to offer that we killed??
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: exactly what I was thinking Drenski
The four VC that the squad shot are untouched.
Ranger Richard: hmm did we disintegrate the 2 we killed?
Tyran Drenski: looks for extra bodies...
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d8 = 6]
Dugan: let's grab a head off of one of these, and toss it over to him and see if you can hit him
Dugan: get his attention
Tyran Drenski: okay grab a body....
Tyran Drenski: just give him the whole body...
Tyran Drenski: leader what shall we do?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: anyway we can cut off a head?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: all I have is a bayonet
GM: Sure, everyone has a combat knife.
Dugan: picks up a 'fred' from the nearest corpse.... you sure he'd want the head doc? maybe he'll want the spine
Tyran Drenski: got a combat knife, but maybe he wants to cut off the head himself
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: okay, so let's offer a body
Dugan: p3 .. hold this
Tyran Drenski: I say we give him a head and a full body
Dugan: and this ...
The shimmery spot reaches into a head and scoops out a brain. By watching it you get the feeling it is eating.
Dugan: hands p3 a fred and a body
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: P3, drag this out into the trail and offer it to it. tell it you're a friend in chinese
Peepeepants: Umm...okay.
Tyran Drenski: okay it eats brains...wow this is like a movie.
Peepeepants drags the head and body out into the trail and yells, "Chou!"
[w] Dugan -> Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: best idea ever
The shimmery spot stops eating and drops the head.
Then it disappears entirely.
Peepeepants: Umm.....
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly -> Dugan: thanks
Dugan: keep going
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: keep telling it you're a friend
Dugan: p3 ... go and add yours to the pile
Peepeepants: Chou? Chou?
Peepeepants drags the body over to the spot where the others are.
Ranger Richard: Chou
There is a snarl of frustration.
Hunter: Fighting [1d10 = 9]
Hunter: Claws damage [Raise] [3d8 = 18]
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: carry it away! quick, set it down nearby
Tyran Drenski: Say Ngu'oi ban....
Dugan: maybe we should have sent pack mule
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: no, he's got the radio
Tyran Drenski: no he has the radio
[w] Dugan -> Tyran Drenski: is the mission to make contact or kill it?
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: make it a part of the team... we all want to kill it.
Dugan: anyone have intimidation? maybe you could intimidate it into joining us
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: If it does not become a friend we leave it alone to continue the kills of VC...we are not allow to kill it.
Peepeepants goes sailing through the air. He smashes into a tree with enough force that it shudders. Then the body he was dragging sails after him and smashes into him. Evidently that is enough to dislodge Peepeepants mostly severed head and send it flying in a random direction.
Doofus: Check please, table 1!
Ranger Richard: wow that looks like it hurts!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Drenski! Smoke!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: either that'll let us see it or let us get away
Tyran Drenski pops smoke
Mini-Samson: Alas, poor Peepeepants, I knew you not at all.
Dugan: poor pee pee pants. he was a proud private from pa. His pa will pray over his passing
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: can we see it any better?
Ranger Richard: You want to intimidate an invisivible bipedal brain eating monster!!
Tyran Drenski: sounds like a zombie...
Dugan: i'd do it myself if I had the skill
The smoke grenade bursts into life, filling the area with smoke. This has the intended effect of not only highlighting the creature, but evidently confuses it, it remains motionless, looking around in confusion at the sudden white cloud that appeared.
Jade Golem claps in approval.
Dhu (Dugan): does it look like kermit the frog?
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Tyran, tell it we're friends and we want to help it
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Randall, with me, I'm getting P3
TADM: Not at all. More like a non-technologically advanced Predator.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly crawls forward to where P3 is and drags him back
Tyran Drenski: We are Chou or Ngu'oi ban we mean no harm!
Randall Breckenridge: ok
[w] Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly -> Dugan: i didn't think that would really work. p3 was a great distractor
Dugan: stand up, exposing his position to the monster, demonstrating that we are not here to harm him.
[w] Tyran Drenski: looks up "will not hurt you in Chinese and Veitnamese
The creature runs over to where P3s head was, picks it up, and shakes it a bunch, as if trying to figure out if that is where the smoke is coming from.
Asher (Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly): must resist using NPCs as human shields
Colwyn and Randall recover the rest of P3.
GM: Fortunately, it is easy to remove his dogtags, since there is no head-obstruction.
GM: Rather strangely, the VC's head is still intact on the corpse that smashed into P3.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: odd
Tyran Drenski: Piko
Jade Golem assumes a defensive position in front of Drenski.
Ranger Richard: maybe it likes to be petted
Jade Golem: Neepo Wa Chu! Dien Ma Dau!
Tyran Drenski: NEEPO WA CHU DIEN MA DAU
The creature seems to hear Rocky and moves over in front of the group, sniffing the air.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: Rocky, tell it we're friendly
Doofus: Requesting permission to take over P3s role and wet myself?
Tyran Drenski: I hope!
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: negative, Doofus, that got him killed
Now that it is close enough, you realize that this thing is, indeed, about the size of a polar bear.
Dugan: awww .. how cute
Mini-Samson: Maybe it is like sharks and the smell of urine drives it mad?
The "head" moves forward and sniffs at Rocky.
Tyran Drenski is scare and hopes rocky will protect him
Jade Golem: Pliko Wa Chu!
Rocky stabs it in the nose with his spear.
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: emote facepalm
Randall Breckenridge: uh oh
Colwyn "Hawkeye" O'Reilly: that didn't look friendly Drenski
The creature rocks back on its haunches and howls, rubbing its nose with a forepaw. It swipes at Rocky and send the small statue sailing through the air.
Jade Golem: WHHEEEEEE!!!!
Tyran Drenski: Retreat?
Mini-Samson: Check please, table 2!
Dugan: is still standing from his earlier maneuver
Tyran Drenski crawls toward rocky to make sure he is okay
The creature sits still, looking quizzically at the group.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): so he can see all of us?
GM: You have no idea what it can and cannot see.
Dugan: raises right hand slowly, palm outward, and says 'hello'
Ranger Richard: Dugan see if it will give you a dna sample with a swipe of his mouth
Tyran Drenski slowly retrieves rocky and sitting in the back so rocky do not poke him again
Ranger Richard: for intell research back at base
Tyran Drenski: Every pick a language you know and say friend.
Dugan: I'll make friends then tell him you have to do a cavity search
The creature moves over to Drenski and Rocky.
Ranger Richard: do we have anything to take picture of it
Packmule: Alas, poor Drenski, I knew him very little.
Tyran Drenski: friend.
Tyran Drenski: amego
GM: A camera. that would be brilliant!
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): too bad we don't have one
The creature reaches out and hugs Drenski and Rocky. A strange noise, sort of like a bark, comes from the creature.
GM: Hunter: Strength [1d8 = 7]
Dugan: offers his box of crayons to the creature
Colwyn O'Reilly: uh...good job, Drenski?
Tyran Drenski nearly wets himself
Colwyn O'Reilly stands up slowly
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: You are getting squished.
Tyran Drenski: can't breath help!!
Tyran Drenski: please...squeezing to death here
Dugan: group hug!
Colwyn O'Reilly: you can let him go now
The creature sets Drenski down and pats him on the head. Then it runs back into the jungle.
Packmule: Check please, table 3!
Randall Breckenridge: awww
Tyran Drenski has HUGE eyes!!!
Tyran Drenski: um now what?
Colwyn O'Reilly: you make the strangest friends Drenski
Colwyn O'Reilly: we follow it
Dugan: that's caused by the bulging out effect
Randall Breckenridge: Ah think he said "I'm not hungry now, I'll see ya in a bit..."
Dugan: it will pass
Tyran Drenski looks at rocky
Tyran Drenski: Rocky want was that??
Jade Golem: Keeba Chu! Dien Ma Dau!
Ranger Richard: Yeah I think he said thanks for the offering of P3 he will be back later for more when he is hungry!
Jade Golem looks strangely proud.
Tyran Drenski places rocky in his bag
Randall Breckenridge: It dont seem intelligent enough to make a treaty or somethin with
Mini-Samson: I vote we call this successful first contact and run home?
Tyran Drenski: Rocky speaks veitnamese.... looks up Keeba Chu
Ranger Richard: yeah definitely all but one red shirt survived
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: You have no idea what "Keeba" means, but "Chu" means "satisfactory."
Randall Breckenridge: but, were still in the middle of the jungle...
Colwyn O'Reilly: standing in the middle of a VC supply line, yes
Colwyn O'Reilly: we should probably at least move away from the road
[w] Tyran Drenski: okay any thing in the dictionary on Neepo wa pliko wa?
Mini-Samson: Again with the "running home" part of my suggestion?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Nope.
Tyran Drenski: Well rocky is confident he just said something satisfactory
Colwyn O'Reilly: I agree with Breck though, I'm not sure how intelligent it is. It certainly did not seem to have speech capacity. But if it recognized Rocky, it may listen to Drenski
Packmule: Umm...I'm confused, our diplomatic efforts in Vietnam are controlled by a strange wind-up toy?
Tyran Drenski: Rocky is not a toy!
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe you kin talk to it next then, pack mule?
Tyran Drenski: he is a jade golem right rocky!
Packmule: Umm...I prefer to just carry things, Lance Corporal sir.
Colwyn O'Reilly (whispers): Drenski isn't all there, mule
Colwyn O'Reilly (whispers): it's a really impressive windup toy
Tyran Drenski: Hey Rocky has been very helpful!!
Tyran Drenski: save our lives a few times!!
Colwyn O'Reilly (whispers): and he has ears like a hawk